The Paradise Lost Matter (AFRTS)

Johnny Dollar. How? It's been a long time. Yeah, I know. What can I do for you? Well, next birthday I'll be 30. Huh? Thirty watt. Now why? I what? Okay, what's a gag? I don't.

Where's that? Frog Mountain New York? Where's that? Just to pay them a little visit, not to stay. That's right. What goes down there? Well, after all, if they're old folks... That's the beneficiary of all that insurance.

Yeah? Oh, okay. I'll, uh, kind of drop in on them. radio brings you Bob Bailey in the exciting adventures of the man with the action-packed expense account America's fabulous freelance insurance investigate or is truly Johnny Dollar expense account submitted by special investigator Johnny Dollar the new Britain Mutual Insurance Company Home Office Hartford Connecticut

following as an account of expenses incurred during my investigation of the paradise lost matter I decided my own car would be handy to have along as usual the gate said nearly empty. So, Expensechon item 1 is 520 for a tankle of gas. I drove west on 44, then cut across to Rhinebeck, then Rhine Cliff, where I took the ferry over the Hudson to the town

of Kingston, New York. On Route 28, I passed through Stoney Hollow. A few miles further on, I found a sign into getting Frog Mountain, on a side road to the left. At one side of it overlooked a famous Ashokan Reservoir, and I, well, some pretty big fish, if you come out of that one. Thinking about it, I almost drove on past what was obviously a rest home

for the agent in among the trees. There was a large, very old frame house set on the side of the mountain. Sitting about on the front lawn, reading, chatting, playing cards, or just enjoying the afternoon sun with a happy looking customer. As I stopped the car, a pleasant looking middle-aged man walked over to me, smiled and said, How do you do, young man? How